Shoes

You can tell a lot about a person by what kind of shoes they wear.  Really.  Look at these shoes and you know that this person cares a lot more about fashion than comfort; and is willing to break her neck to prove it. I picture a teen or 20 something young lady, tottering around stylishly.  When she was a little girl she loved playing dress-up in her mother’s heels.

These boots tell me the wearers have put in a lot of long, hard days. Can’t you just see a gruff old cowboy with a bushy mustache?  He has had the same horse for years and his faithful canine companion is named something original like “dog.”

The owner of these ballerina slippers has obviously worked hard for many years to be able to stand on her toes. Strong, lithe and graceful, she dances to the music sometimes only she hears.

Flip flops (Remember when they used to be called thongs?  Hasn’t the meaning of that word changed!) are the uniform of every college student I know – maybe because I only know college students who go to school in Southern states.  When my son Alex was in college in southern California, he wore flip flops year round with his shorts.  When the weather got really cold in January (the temperatures dipped down into the 60’s) he wore jeans with his flip flops.

These shoes say I’m a person who wants to make people laugh and I don’t mind looking silly to do it.

What do these shoes say about the owner?  They are mine so I hope they are saying something nice.  Maybe a hard-working person who lives in a rainy place; who wants even her rainboots to look nice.

What I say about these shoes, boots actually, is they are the most comfortable pair of boots ever, and the cute design adds a bit of style.   Very, very comfy, and they keep my feet warm and dry.  I love my BOGS, they are by far the best pair of boots I have ever worn.  Really.  If you live in a place where you need rainboots and you don’t have a pair of BOGS, you should.  Rick has a pair too, though his are boring black.  No the BOGS people didn’t pay me to say how wonderful their boots are, I’m pretty sure they don’t know I exist.  But if you are a BOGS executive and you are reading this, I’d be happy to try out a new pair for you and offer my opinion and I wear a size 7.

The person who owns these boots obviously has to deal with a lot of mud and muck; hence the muck boots.  They must live on a ranch in a rainy place and work really, really hard.

Well, at least the rainy place with the ranch part is true.  These are mine too, my muck boots.  Not nearly as comfortable as my BOGS but not too bad.  I guess what my boots really say about me is I don’t have a very glamorous life.  Somehow muck boots just don’t scream chic style.  And you know what, I’m OK with that, really.  Soon the rains will stop for the season and things will dry out and I will go to my summer fashion footwear.

Hmmm, I’m pretty sure Megan, our family fashion maven, won’t be too impressed with my ratty, paint-splattered tennis shoes either.  Please don’t tell her there is a big hole in one – they are really comfortable.